there~s too many people
planning your downfall
when your spirit~s on trial
these nights can be frightening
sleep transports sadness
to some other mid-brain
and somebody here
will not be here next year
so you stand by the board
full of fear and intention
and if you think that they~re listening
well you~ve got to be joking
oh you understand change
and you think it~s essential
but when your profession is humiliation
say the wrong words to our children
we~ll have you
oh yes, we~ll have you
lay a hand on our children
and it~s never too late to have you
mucous on your collar
a nail up through the staff chair
a blade in your soap pan
you cry into your pillow
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
(my favourite part of the song where it all begins to make sense)
Okay, that guitar riff (which is repeated six times) is played with the Bb,
say the wrong words to our children
we~ll have you
oh yes, we~ll have you
lay a hand on our children
and it~s never too late to have you
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
to be finished would be a relief
The bass and everything fades and that lovely orchestra thing comes in and
everything sort of fades from there. You have to escuse my over transcribing